He was about to stand up from the bed; he was angry. I felt a surge of passion and frustration as I held on to Eden, refusing to let him go. In that moment, I needed to feel his desire and his longing for me. I sealed his lips and deepened the kiss, pouring my emotions into it, hoping that he would understand the intensity of my need.

　　As our lips moved together, a mixture of desire and confusion flooded the room. I broke the kiss but kept my hands on his chest, looking up ...